My brain is diseased. It is infected with a virus concocted in an underground lab as a result of some black ops program in the Department of Defense. I'm not sure who Craig Chambers works for, but his latest project, Le Sang Song, is pure devilry. The frontman from the very talented local band The Lights has recorded four songs as Le Sang Song that have infected every square inch of my gray matter. One song in particular, "War," is an olive drab acoustic funeral hymn, accompanied by somber, dark violin. The faint echo of Chambers' voice, along with the hiss of the ride cymbal, has a hypnotizing effect. It conjures up images of GI's staring at pictures of home, in a bunker, under the glow of a kerosene lamp. Each song is minimalist and loaded with reverb, giving it a timeless folky vibe. Chamber's talent for song writing has already been established with The Lights, but his work with Le Sang Song is a triumphant step forward. It's so good it makes me sick.
Sat., Nov. 1, 10 p.m., 2008